The Rules - Bloom #23
Sometimes we wait for them impatiently. Why don't they come? Hurry, hurry...
Sometimes we don't even think about it and... oh here they are. Ah yes, it's already the 13th of the month.
Sometimes you don't want them. We just really don't want them.
Periods.
This menstrual chapter in the colors of stirred feelings: red.
The one of love, of anger, of the fire that burns and destroys, the red of sensuality, of sexuality. That of courage and danger too. The color of evil and prohibition.
The rules are red and like red, the rules stir up feelings.
After years when the expressions diverted ("cuckoo I have my ragnagnas") were preferred to the use of the true word, well assumed, and where many advertisements privileged the blue to sell the merits of their intimate products, it is time to raise the veil on the taboo of the rules.
Love your period! Or not, it's your choice (because for some, they are not a pleasure).
But they are there. The key to all this is perhaps the easiest thing to say: rather than suffer your period, isn't it time to accept it? Just accept it.
No shame. No embarrassment. No secrecy. No fear of talking about it. No suffering in silence. No solitary questioning.
Let's accept the rules as something that is part of us and that is, when you think about it, just the logical result that everything is fine.
And it's nice too, when everything is fine. Isn't it? ❤️
Sometimes we don't even think about it and... oh here they are. Ah yes, it's already the 13th of the month.
Sometimes you don't want them. We just really don't want them.
Periods.
This menstrual chapter in the colors of stirred feelings: red.
The one of love, of anger, of the fire that burns and destroys, the red of sensuality, of sexuality. That of courage and danger too. The color of evil and prohibition.
The rules are red and like red, the rules stir up feelings.
After years when the expressions diverted ("cuckoo I have my ragnagnas") were preferred to the use of the true word, well assumed, and where many advertisements privileged the blue to sell the merits of their intimate products, it is time to raise the veil on the taboo of the rules.
Love your period! Or not, it's your choice (because for some, they are not a pleasure).
But they are there. The key to all this is perhaps the easiest thing to say: rather than suffer your period, isn't it time to accept it? Just accept it.
No shame. No embarrassment. No secrecy. No fear of talking about it. No suffering in silence. No solitary questioning.
Let's accept the rules as something that is part of us and that is, when you think about it, just the logical result that everything is fine.
And it's nice too, when everything is fine. Isn't it? ❤️
